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“Watch. Delicately, like the petals of a flower. Light the first page, light the second page. Each becomes a black butterfly. Beautiful, eh? Light the third page, from the second and so on, chain-smoking, chapter by chapter, all the silly things the words mean, all the false promises, all the secondhand notions and time-worn philosophies.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“ANTIGONE: Tell me the truth! I beg you to tell me the truth! When you think about me, when it strikes you suddenly that I am going to belong to you―do you have the feeling that―that a great empty space is being hollowed out inside you, that there is something inside you that is just―dying?
HAEMON: Yes, I do, I do.”
― Jean Anouilh, Antigone

“The year is now 1774. Poseurs or not, it is time to grow up. It is time to enter the public realm, the world of public acts and public attitudes. Everything that happens now will happen in the light of history. It is not a midday luminary, but a corpse-candle to the intellect; at best, it is a secondhand lunar light, error-breeding, sand-blind and parched.

Camille Desmoulins, 1793: “They think that gaining freedom is like growing up: you have to suffer.”

Maximilien Robespierre, 1793: “History is fiction.”
― Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety

“And even though the drunkenness of love
Has ruined me,
My being’s built upon those ruins for
Eternity”
― Hafez